Asking about longevity

"Register it under Mo Hua's name?"

Xun Ziyou was stunned.

Mr. Xun glanced at him indifferently, "Why? No?"

"No," Xun Ziyou said embarrassedly, "It's not that it's not possible. This time, we were able to discover the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, wipe out this group of demon cultivators, and rescue Linghu Xiao's three children. It's all thanks to Mo Hua, but..."

Xun Ziyou was a little embarrassed, "This is a bit against the rules, I'm afraid it's not easy to convince the public..."

Mr. Xun's face darkened slightly, "What public to convince? The more capable, the more work, the more rewards. My Taixu Sect was able to cut the fat from the Duanjin Sect, isn't it thanks to this child Mo Hua? If anyone has any objections, let him come to me, I'll see what excuses he can find."

Xun Ziyou smiled bitterly, "Yes..."

Mr. Xun said: "When the time comes, you can do it yourself. Pick some clean and less involved cultivation properties, first give them to me, and then transfer them to Mo Hua's name."

"If others ask, just say it's my decision. Of course, if others don't ask, don't make it public. It's better to have less trouble than more..."

Mr. Xun finished speaking, sighed slightly, and said with emotion:

"It's not easy for casual cultivators to practice, especially spirit stones. Without spirit stones, it's hard to move forward."

"Now his realm is low, not so obvious. In the future, when his cultivation level rises, he will swallow and spit out a lot of spirit stones. How can he not have some family background..."

"Ancestor, you are right." Xun Ziyou said.

But in his heart, he still had some complaints.

If others hear your words, it would be strange if they don't think Mo Hua is your grandson...

However, Mo Hua has made great contributions in the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley this time, and it is reasonable to share some rewards with him.

Xun Ziyou bowed and said:

"Then after we finish discussing matters with Duanjinmen, I will do as you said, select some industries and put them under Mohua's name, and give him the spiritual stones earned every year directly..."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Xun interrupted and said: "Not now."

"Not?" Xun Ziyou was a little surprised.

Mr. Xun nodded and said: "Save it first, don't give it to him."

Seeing that Xun Ziyou was a little puzzled, Mr. Xun continued: "He is still young now, what does he need so many spiritual stones for?"

"When there are too many spiritual stones, they are easy to deteriorate, and they are also easy to be lazy and don't know how to work hard."

"One day in the future, when he really lacks spiritual stones for cultivation, I will give it to him then."

"It is always better to give timely assistance than to add icing on the cake."

For the same favor, only when you give timely assistance will others remember your friendship.

Adding icing on the cake, sometimes others will not care so much.

This is a little selfishness of Mr. Xun.

He wants Mohua to remember more of the kindness of Taixumen.

Of course, he still had some concerns in his heart.

That was the "guile Taoist"...

Mo Hua's divine talent was too strong, and it was even possible that it was stronger than the "guile Taoist". Once it went astray, the consequences would be disastrous.

It was even possible that he would become a demon more terrifying than the "guile Taoist"...

Therefore, this spiritual stone would have to wait until Mo Hua really grew up in the future and adhered to his own Dao heart before he could be assured to hand it over to him.

Otherwise, it would be a "big sin".

Mr. Xun didn't say these words.

Xun Ziyou didn't understand the inside story, so he just nodded and said:

"The ancestor is thinking about it."

Then the two chatted for a while.

When the matter was almost said, Xun Ziyou bowed and said: "It's getting late, so the disciple will leave first."

"Well." Mr. Xun nodded.

Xun Ziyou was silent for a moment, a doubt in his heart, but after hesitating again and again, he still didn't ask.

The fifth-grade void formation...

He didn't ask, and Mr. Xun didn't mention it.

It seems that everyone has forgotten.

But Xun Ziyou knew in his heart that this was the most crucial point. However, this level involved the fifth-grade formation and the great power of the Void, which was not something he could ask about, let alone touch.

Even if the ancestor found out something, he would not be able to tell it.

On the contrary, it was Mo Hua...

"Grandmaster," Xun Ziyou said slowly, "Isn't the way Mo Hua practices different from ordinary cultivators?"

Mr. Xun looked calm, "Why is it different?"

Xun Ziyou frowned, "His consciousness seems to be much stronger than that of cultivators at the same level, and he can also use his consciousness to invade certain visual objects, and seems to be very familiar with the ways of evil spirits..."

"These can't be taught by you, Grandmaster?"

Xun Ziyou looked a little solemn, "What is the origin of this child? Where did he get these inheritances from?"

Mr. Xun did not comment, but only said:

"Don't ask too much, just know it yourself, and don't mention it to others."

"Grandmaster..." Xun Ziyou was a little puzzled.

Mr. Xun said meaningfully: "If you don't ask, you won't know, and if you don't know, there is no cause and effect."

"Sometimes, no cause and effect is 'good cause and effect'..."

Xun Ziyou was stunned, and then nodded solemnly.

Mr. Xun waved his hand, "Go and get busy."

"Yes." Xun Ziyou bowed, "I'll take my leave."

After Xun Ziyou left, Mr. Xun was silent.

He knew some things about Mo Hua, but he never asked.

The man surnamed Zhuang was close to the mastery of Tianji.

Before he died, he must have done something to this child, using the Tianji mist to cover up some of the causes and effects of the benefits.

As long as he didn't tell the secrets of Mo Hua, they would be safe.

But once he opened his mouth, even if he told himself, he might not be safe...

Mr. Xun's eyes were deep, and he sighed slowly.

...

The night was dark.

In a secret room of a certain hall.

Mr. Tu was "tortured".

The Ten Thousand Demons Valley was wiped out. Over the years, the demon cultivators raised were almost wiped out, and the demons and evil spirits that were hatched were also devoured.

A wisp of his remaining soul was wiped out, and his vitality was greatly damaged.

It was even just a little bit, and the soul of "Young Master" would remain in the nightmare forever.

This is the most tragic loss so far.

Losing the Ten Thousand Demons Valley in the Demon Refining Mountain means losing an inexhaustible treasure house.

A large number of demon cultivators "henchmen" driven by the God Lord, demon beast materials, demon flesh and blood, demon evil thoughts, etc., have lost their supply.

Although there are reasons for the incident, a divine punishment is inevitable.

This is also the most severe "torture" that Mr. Tu has suffered so far.

He saw with his own eyes and experienced personally all kinds of tortures in the Three Thousand Great Wildernesses and the human world as a prison.

After the torture, Mr. Tu's skin was rotten and his bones were exposed. He collapsed on the ground, almost losing his human form, like a mass of ravaged "flesh and blood".

At the same time, his soul was in even greater pain.

It was unknown how long it took for Mr. Tu to recover from the endless pain.

The pain of divine punishment was branded in his soul.

His flesh was gradually recovering and turned into human form again.

Mr. Tu knelt down in front of the white sheep bone statue, trembling, and said in a trembling voice: "Sinful slave, thank... thank the Lord God for his gift..."

Although the Lord God imposed torture.

The punishment of God was unprecedentedly harsh.

But Mr. Tu knew in his heart that the Lord God had shown mercy in the end.

The Lord God forgave him.

The root cause of the defeat in this battle was that the opponent was a "ferocious god".

How can mortals compare with gods?

It was the fierce god who was too strong, not that he was too weak.

In front of the gods, no matter how thorough the preparations and plans were, sometimes they were futile.

Although the losses in this battle were heavy, the gains were also great.

Mr. Tu prostrated himself, saying with fear:

"The true enemy of the Lord God has revealed his true face in front of the sinners..."

"This is a young fierce god that has just hatched!"

"The magical power of this god is a golden sword, but the shape is simple and the sword body is rough. It looks like a sword but not a sword."

"Using the sword as a magical power shows how murderous it is!"

"The thousands of demons in the demon refining map were slaughtered by it, which shows how fierce it is!"

"This god must be the fierce god among the evil gods."

"And the minions and supporters of this evil god, the first to bear the brunt, is Taixu Sect!"

"Even Chongxu Sect and Tai'a Sect are not unrelated!"

"In the three sects of this lineage, there must be high-level cultivators who secretly believe in this 'evil god', driven by this evil god, and serve him at his side, making careful plans to protect this young evil god from growing up safely and ruling over one side."

"And the purpose of this evil god..."

Mr. Tu kowtowed, his teeth trembling, "It is the Lord God!"

The room suddenly became darker.

Mr. Tu was afraid in his heart, and his speech speed increased: "The Lord God is sleeping, his mind is silent, and his power is not obvious."

"This evil god is so bold that he wants to take this opportunity to covet the Lord God, secretly steal the Lord God's power, and seize the Lord God's rank, and even..."

"Get involved in the Lord God's essence!"

The cold wind suddenly rose, and the secret room was bloody, as if an unparalleled pressure was descending, suffocating people.

The Lord God is angry!

Mr. Tu knelt on the ground, not daring to look up.

After a moment, everything disappeared.

Mr. Tu seemed to have a "divine sign" in his heart.

It seemed that the Lord God gave him some enlightenment.

Mr. Tu's eyes were empty and cruel for a moment, revealing an evil majesty, and after a moment, they returned to normal.

Mr. Tu was stunned for a moment, his expression was ecstatic.

He suppressed the shock and excitement in his heart, knelt down devoutly and said:

"With the Lord God's grace, this old servant will do his best to lay a net to capture this "evil god."

"Let this young evil god become the most abundant "sacrifice" at the ceremony of the Lord God's revival!"

"Let Him know that those who violate the Lord's divine power, even if they are gods, will surely die!"

After Mr. Tu finished speaking, the blood color in the room gradually faded.

The depressing atmosphere also disappeared completely.

Mr. Tu slowly stood up, but his expression was very solemn.

Hunting the ‘evil god’… must be extremely difficult.

I don’t know how much it will cost, how many people will die, and how many demons and evil spirits will be wiped out…

But all this is worth it.

Moreover, the evil god is still in his infancy, and his god rank is only the second grade. His innate magical powers have not fully developed. Even if he is strong, there are limits.

If he is not killed now, he will become a big trouble in the future!

That evil god…

Mr. Tu couldn’t help but think of the scene that his remnant soul saw when it was finally destroyed.

The sky was full of golden light, the young body of the god, and the simple but terrifying “divine sword”.

This scene was “calculated” by him.

After the remnant soul died, everything about the remnant soul would also be annihilated.

He shouldn’t have known it.

It was because he borrowed the power of the Lord of God to deduce himself that he saw the scene that his remnant soul saw before he died.

He only dared to deduce himself.

Even if he had eighteen more courage, he would not dare to deduce an evil god.

And when he deduces his own remnant soul, what he sees is this scene.

Other than that, there are no clues at all.

Neither the face of the fierce god nor his form can be seen.

This book was nothing. What really made Mr. Tu care about was that he vaguely seemed to see the eyes of this fierce god.

These eyes are as deep as a cold pool, with flowing luster. They are very complex and weird, and seem to contain many different layers of power.

Among them, the most palpitating thing was a "black shadow".

This is no ordinary shadow.

The dark shadow in the fierce god's eyes seems to be vaguely mixed with a strange spiritual algorithm.

A name appeared in Mr. Tu’s mind.

He felt cold all over.

Mr. Tu immediately shook his head and said: "Impossible, no matter how terrifying and weird that man's way is, there is no way he can stretch his hand so long..."

"What's more, it's still under the eyes of the Lord of God."

"impossible……"

Mr. Tu murmured.

There was some cause and effect somewhere, so Mr. Tu put this suspicion behind him and forgot about it.

However, he never realized whether he had forgotten it voluntarily or was forced to forget it...

…

At the border of Qianxue State, undercurrents are surging from all sides.

The days of ink painting have become peaceful.

He burned the soothing incense every day and visualized the "Taixu Picture" given to him by Mr. Xun. Mo Hua didn't know the name of the picture, so he used his expertise and picked one at random.

Visualize the Taixu diagram and refine your Taoist mind.

Other than that, classes, practice, and formation formations are all the same as before.

After a few days, some of the mottled and messy evil desires remaining in the sea of ​​consciousness were almost purified.

Mo Hua took some more time to consolidate his lower consciousness.

In this way, his spiritual realm was completely stabilized.

Nineteen lines!

Mo Hua felt happy.

Generally speaking, the spiritual consciousness of monks in the foundation-building realm is the strongest at this level.

The senior brothers who are one year above him are not as strong as him in spiritual consciousness now.

Even some inner disciples who are at the peak of foundation building, if they don't learn formations and follow the path of spiritual consciousness, their spiritual consciousness will not be as good as theirs.

Mo Hua is very satisfied.

Moreover, although his cultivation level has not increased, thanks to his spiritual consciousness breaking through two realms in a row, his spiritual thoughts have become more powerful. Most of his cultivation methods, including formations, spells, and even the superficial "spiritual thoughts turning into swords", have also become more powerful. There has been a significant improvement.

only……

Mo Hua frowned slightly at the thought of turning his spiritual thoughts into swords.

His spiritual thought turned into a sword and was "disabled".

It can only be used in the world of spiritual thoughts, including visualizations, illusions, dreams or nightmares.

Reality doesn't work.

But the orthodox "Taixu Divine Mind Transformation Sword True Art" should not be like this...

Mo Hua thought again of the senior sword cultivator from the small fishing village.

The senior's spiritual thoughts turned into swords can be used in reality.

Relying on the sword formula, through the outward release of spiritual thoughts, the sword intention is condensed and integrated with the sword energy. It can kill flesh and blood demons, as well as ghosts and evil spirits.

But not my own.

I have tried ink painting many times, but no matter what I try, it doesn't work.

Monks in the foundation building stage can indeed release their spiritual thoughts.

But this kind of external exposure can only be perceived passively, but cannot be actively attacked.

At most, it is to actively "control things".

But the object control itself does not rely on spiritual thoughts to kill, but relies on the objects controlled by spiritual thoughts, such as spiritual swords or other spiritual weapons, for offense and defense.

Mo Hua sighed.

“How can we learn the true ‘Sword Controlling with Divine Mind’?”

"It's my consciousness, isn't it strong enough?"

Mo Hua was startled, and he suddenly remembered that a long time ago, Huangshan Jun indeed seemed to have said that the spiritual consciousness required for wielding a sword with spiritual thoughts:

"At least golden elixir, more than twenty lines..."

"Moreover, the golden elixir may not be able to be cultivated..."

"After all, when spiritual thoughts turn into swords, sword energy turns into sword intent, and sword intent manifests sword energy, rather than simply using 'spiritual thoughts' to manifest sword energy..."

Mo Hua scratched his head.

Twenty patterns, golden elixir spiritual consciousness, it will take years and months of the monkey.

Anyone who has attained spiritual enlightenment knows that the amount of spiritual consciousness required to break through a large level of spiritual consciousness is extremely terrifying.

It took him a long time to hone his spiritual consciousness from nine to ten lines.

Not to mention the 19th to 20th lines, the gap between them is probably as wide as the sea.

Mo Hua thought again:

"Since my spiritual consciousness is special, I don't necessarily have to have twenty lines. If I go up to nineteen lines, I'll try again when I get stronger?"

But this creates another problem.

How can I break through the 19th line?

Now that I can reach the nineteenth line, to a certain extent, I can say that I am lucky.

Mr. Tu had been raising monsters in the Valley of Ten Thousand Monsters for who knows how long, and he had accumulated such a large number of monsters. In the end, he took advantage of himself and was devoured by him in one go.

After refining so many evil spirits, he fed the Heavenly Dao Seal and made his consciousness break through the eighteen lines. Then he went all out and broke through to the nineteen lines.

But there is only one Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

No matter how powerful Mr. Tu is, he will never be able to create a second "haunted place" within the borders of Qianxue State.

In this case, the only option is to leave the state border.

But he is still banned...

Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, "If you have time, I can ask Mr. Xun if I can get rid of my restraint?"

"What's the excuse?"

Ink painting is a bit difficult.

Just when he was hesitating and didn't know what "legitimate reason" to find to persuade Mr. Xun, Mr. Xun found him first.

"This is the eighteen-pattern formation diagram."

Mr. Xun handed a thick stack of formation diagrams containing some five elements and eight trigrams formations to Mo Hua, and reminded him:

"Although your spiritual consciousness has reached nineteen patterns now, you still have to learn the formation step by step. Start with eighteen patterns. After you have learned it well, you can learn nineteen patterns. Don't be too ambitious."

"Yes, old man." Mo Hua said respectfully.

Mr. Xun glanced at Mo Hua and suddenly asked: "Can your spiritual consciousness... be stronger?"

Mo Hua was stunned.

Nineteen patterns, is it not strong enough?

"Are you talking about... twenty patterns?" Mo Hua whispered.

Old Mr. Xun said unhappily:

"How can it be twenty lines? No matter how good your chance is or how great your talent is, you can't reach twenty lines in the foundation building stage!"

Having the spiritual consciousness of the late foundation building stage in the middle stage of the foundation building stage is the same as having the spiritual consciousness of the golden elixir stage in the foundation building stage. How can that be the same concept?

There is a big hurdle between the foundation building stage and the golden elixir stage.

Both the cultivation and the spiritual consciousness are the same.

"Oh oh." Mo Hua nodded.

Old Mr. Xun looked at Mo Hua, his eyes showing a hint of hidden desire, "It would be better if it is stronger than now."

The stronger, the safer.

It is related to the future of the sect, the safer the better.

"Stronger?" Mo Hua's eyes lit up and nodded: "Okay!"

Then Mo Hua pretended to be embarrassed and whispered: "But in the Qianxuezhou realm, it is probably not possible. I need to go out, find some opportunities, and go through some "tempering"..."

He didn't say what this "chance" was, and what "tempering" was.

Mr. Xun did not ask, he just looked at Mo Hua with an intriguing look, nodded and said:

"Okay, I will not restrict you, after the New Year, you can run around."

He wanted to see how far Mo Hua could "refine" his spiritual consciousness if he let go...

Thanks to someone who doesn't like to eat fish for the 10,000-point reward~

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